Battle Magic

Were they looking for Parahan? Evvy wondered, nibbling the inside of her cheek. It’s early, but maybe they know he’s missing. Once they had passed through the last gate out of the palace and were on the long avenue that led into the city, Evvy and Briar rode up to Rosethorn. Their guide had drawn closer as well. “In all my days of service to the imperial palace, I have never seen imperial guests subjected to search upon their departure!” the guide said, indignant. “Did the most honorable Mistress of Protocol hint as to the cause of such extraordinary behavior? The emperor will be furious to learn of this!”

“I don’t believe so,” Rosethorn said, her voice very dry. “He’s missing an even more prized guest.” She pursed her mouth, then said, “Apparently his captive Parahan of Kombanpur has escaped. They don’t know how. His chains — locked — and his cage — also locked — were discovered this morning when they went to take him to his bath.”

“Oh, that’s bad,” Briar commented, his face and voice suitably grave. “His Imperial Majesty won’t like that.”

Admiring her teacher more than ever, Evvy decided to add her bit. She sighed, careful not to overdo it. “He won’t get very far, not with the whole palace looking for him.”

Rosethorn looked at them suspiciously. “Very true. If he’s lucky, once he’s recaptured, no one will say anything about it,” she commented. “No one will want the emperor to know how badly they slipped up.”

Their guide shook his head. “That’s the kind of secret that always comes out,” he said. “But you’re right, they’ll catch him. They have ways. Now, if you will look ahead, you will see the Gate of Lowly Welcoming. They call it that because anyone who is coming from the palace is assumed to be less happy, even upon entering our glorious city. We will be going around Dohan, though, so we will not pass through.”

He trotted on ahead to ride with the leader of their guards. Rosethorn rode for a while in silence, before she said, “We’re going to be in Yanjing two more weeks or longer, if the roads aren’t good. The imperial spy service will have eyes on us constantly to see if Parahan tries to get in touch. There’s no reason why he should. But brace yourselves, all the same.”

Good luck, Parahan, Evvy thought. I hope you get out of Yanjing soon.

7

ON THE SOUTHERN OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY OF DOHAN

The caravansary was the biggest Evvy had ever seen, with beautiful paintings of flowers and fish on the inside plaster walls, and a large square well in the middle. There were two levels of rooms, with the bottom level reserved for the bigger caravans and the upper for smaller traveling parties. This was a Trader place, very clean and in good repair.

The ride leader of their caravan came running as they rode through the gate. As soon as she and her people took charge of their group, the imperial escort bowed to Rosethorn and Briar and left them.

The ride leader, who had introduced herself as Rajoni of Twenty-eighth Caravan Datta, frowned. “That’s odd. Usually some of them stay for tea and any news we care to pass on, but this year the imperials have been very … distant.” She shook her head, as if shaking off bad thoughts. “Dedicate Rosethorn, you and your companions are blessed. I was unable to send a message before your departure from the palace, but as it happens, we leave in the morning, a day early, for Hanjian.” She looked at their animals. “You have more horses than your note said.”

“The emperor was an overwhelmingly gracious host,” Rosethorn explained.

“Well, then, we shall make accommodation.” Rajoni looked around. The Trader boys and girls who had taken charge of the pack animals stood a little straighter, knowing the ride leader’s eye was on them. When Rajoni nodded, the youngsters led the animals off to the stables. Only those who held the reins to the cats’ horses, the shakkans’ bearers, and the horses Rosethorn pointed to, the ones with the mage kits and their next day’s clothing, waited and followed as the ride leader showed them to their rooms in the caravansary. Once they had stowed everything they wanted to keep with them, Rajoni said, “Midday is being served now, if you wish to eat. There are tables by the fountain, or you may carry your food here.”

“I can bring the food here,” Briar said. “We’ll take supper with the rest of your company tonight.”

Evvy sighed. She wanted a nap, but she also wanted time to herself, to think about what Parahan had told her. She hadn’t had a moment alone with Briar and Rosethorn since they had ridden away from the palace. She had hoped to talk to them here, but what if there were listening spells on the walls? If they were Trader listening spells, that wasn’t so bad. But what if they were imperial ones?

Rosethorn said, “Rajoni, I saw a stream outside the walls. Is it safe for me to meditate there?”

“This area is very safe,” the ride leader assured them. “We only ask that you be inside our walls by dark, when we close and lock the gates for the night. We leave at dawn.”

Evvy and Rosethorn went inside to inspect their rooms. Using her guard stones, Evvy set the cats up in a corner of the main room by the entry. She filled a shallow basket with dirt in which they could relieve themselves, fed them from the sealed jar of cooked pork scraps the palace servants had left for her, and put down several dishes of water. Constant travel had made Evvy inventive when it came to providing for her companions. When she went to set up her own bedroll next to the cats’ place, she discovered that Briar had returned with food.

It had been a long time since the rice she’d had at dawn. Evvy did her best not to slop the bowl of chicken and lemon stew all over her face as she ate, but it was a near thing. She thought she might die happy when she saw the plate of spicy seminola cake that Briar had also brought.

“I love Trader food!” she cried.

“Do you know, when I don’t particularly want to eat, all I have to do is watch you devour whatever is before you and I feel hungry,” Rosethorn remarked.

Evvy and Briar carried the empty dishes back to the Trader washing tubs and did their share of washing up in thanks for the meal. By the time they returned to their chambers, Rosethorn had left in search of her meditation.

“I’ll be back,” Evvy told Briar and the cats in Chammuri when she saw the woman was gone. “Unless you want to come along. Actually you should.”

Briar, who had picked up one of his shakkans, looked at her with suspicion. “Go along where? I thought you would want a nap.”

At least he’s quick enough to speak Chammuri, Evvy thought. “I have to talk to Rosethorn.”

Briar’s lips went tight and his eyes went hard. “You have to do no such thing. You heard her. She said meditation. She needs quiet. She needs to relax. All of that imperial carrying-on was hard on her.”

Evvy crossed her arms on her chest. “I know that almost as well as you, Briar Moss. Maybe I’m not a brilliant, dung-nosed nanshur like some people, but I’m no paperwit, either. You might think that I have something important to say. Something she ought to know, even if I don’t have a cartwheel of metal hanging around my neck.” She marched out of the building, bound for the gate.

It wasn’t long before the tiny rocks on the path behind her let her know that he was following. She had found the stream and entered the wood before he said, “Evvy, stop. Look at me.” She did. “Don’t pout,” he ordered. “I just don’t think she needs to know we helped, you know.”

“That isn’t what I was going to say,” Evvy snapped. “What I am going to say? She’ll bite my head off if I wait too long to tell her.” She set off down the stream bank again. “You don’t believe I care about her almost as much as you do.”

“I know you care about her,” he retorted, trotting until he could walk beside her. “Or I would’ve just pushed you into the water.”

“Do you think you could talk any louder?” they heard Rosethorn call. “Because I am reasonably certain my meditations did not include the two of you squabbling like a nestful of birds.”

As they rounded a bend in the stream, they saw Rosethorn seated cross-legged on top of a large, flat boulder. “He started it,” Evvy replied. “I didn’t ask him to follow me. He invited